#lifeweaver whump

[angelsandarsenic]

Lifeweaver battle whump oneshot

I'm abandoning OW cannon, if they can interact in the game, they can interact in the fic

---In which the team learns not to abandon their healers, and Lifeweaver is overworked---

This wasn't the first time Niran had been targeted on the battlefield, and it wouldn't be the last. (Frankly, it hadn't come close to the first time he'd been targeted in life either). 

        He wanted to say he didn't care--on the battlefield it was because he was the healer, it was a testament to his dreams coming to life, he had always faced pushback for his ideals--but when it was this persistent, he couldn't help but get very tired of it very quickly. It was definitely partially the enemy's fault, they were ruthless, this battle had gone on far too long. 

        However, his own team left some to be desired in this endeavor. As Lifeweaver, Niran had recently started going on missions with the newly reformed Overwatch. Technically, he was more of an outsourced vigilante than one of their agents, but he had learned their strategies and members well by now, and was more than used to working with them. Most often, it went incredibly well. It was times like this that scared him.

        A pained gasp directed Niran's attention from Orisa, currently locked in battle with a massive omnic, over to his right, where a human Overwatch agent stumbled, clutching her side, gun sagging in her hand, hat ready to fall off her head. Another omnic loomed over her. 

        Without needing to think, Lifeweaver grabbed her, yanking her back the thirty or so yards between them, and away from the omnic. The pink light surrounding her shielded them both from the bullet spray aimed their way and he quickly set to work with his healing blossom. "I have you," he reassured her. Was it Ashe? He had already forgotten her name, this was their first time working together. "Stay close, will you?" The last thing he needed was people running off where he couldn't reach them, especially in such a cluttered area as this. The buildings in Survasa were close, with too many walls and corners. Although, with the rampaging omnics destroying everything, that might not be an issue in the near future. 

        With the omnic uprising, Lifeweaver had become familiar with fighting all types of enemies, from humans, to peaceful omnic models turned warriors for their freedom, and even R-7000 Ravagers, like the leader of the Null Sector. But...there was something bugging him about these omnics. They weren't acting like the beings he usually fought. They didn't have a leader, or any kind of attack patterns. They didn't even seem to be-

        Lifeweaver hissed as a bullet grazed his side. He whirled around, healing blossom already shifting on his arm to become a weapon. Another bullet whizzed past his head, close enough to hear, and Niran's heart jumped in his chest. He took a step back into a more steady stance and opened fire on the advancing machines. Aim between the chinks in their armor, just make them fall apart. He hated when he could think during battles. It always made his heart ache. I wish violence never solved anything. It would make peace so much easier. 

        They didn't even flinch as his thorns embedded themselves deep. One even got its arm torn off without so much as a stumble. What is going on?! Omnics were sentient, they felt pain and distress, joy and hope just like any other creature, why weren't they reacting?

        His mind flashed back to the distress call they had been organized to respond to. Supposedly the monks from the Shambali Temple in the village had gone mad, laying siege to Survasa. He remembered the other Overwatch members' murmurs of disbelief, their distrust in the call, as well as his own. None of it made any sense!

        Now, facing the omnics' blank stares, their thoughtless behavior, it was all starting to form a picture Niran didn't like. "Orisa!" As the longest standing and most accomplished Overwatch agent of the team, the tank was their mission leader. Surely, they would listen to him and they could investigate this. 

        There was no response. The omnics that had been attacking him, still in their monk garb, finally stopped, destroyed. With a regretful grimace, he turned away. Where did the team go?! Panic flashed through him. How did they all manage to disappear so quickly?! Why didn't anyone make sure he was coming?! It was dangerous to split up like this! 

        "Orisa!" Niran sprinted through the village, stumbling over debris. This place was like a maze, how was he supposed to find them?! The clamor of battle came from every direction. Surely they hadn't all dispersed. But then again, if it wasn't his teammates he was hearing, then it was omnics attacking civilians, who should have been evacuated by now. 

        Lifeweaver huffed. He was exhausted. The temporary lull in the battle let weariness seep into his bones and sent an ache through his lungs. The wound in his side was shallow, but at this point his healing abilities were wearing out as well, and it wasn't fixing itself as quickly as it could be. With the adrenaline wearing off, it burned like mad when he stepped, or climbed through the rubble. Still, he needed to keep going. This was what he was here for, to help people. He needed to find his team fast, or they could all be done for. So, gritting his teeth, he broke into a run once more. Best bet was to head to the dim flashes and the most noise. 

When he arrived, Niran's heart dropped. 

        On the plus side, he thought, he had found his team. Most of them. He could still save this. He had to still save this, there wasn't anyone left. On his way here he had seen the body of his support partner in an alley, clearly already dead. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened; it had been a surprise attack, targeted, the moment they were even somewhat on their own. Fighting back bile in his throat at the bloody mess that had once been his teammate, Niran forced himself to continue onward. I hope their soul finds peace. 

        The team itself wasn't looking too good. Immediately, Lifeweaver leapt into action, sending as many healing bursts as he could. They were all together now, in the heart of the village. In the back of his mind, he took note of the huge statue casting its long shadow over the grounds, but too easily got distracted by the heat of battle once more. 

        Orisa had the most armor and experience, their health was low, but not as bad as it could be and they could take care of themself. Lifeweaver sent a large healing burst their way and reached out with his life grip to grab their second attack agent, and not a moment too late. The omnic stabbed, just missing the man as he was yanked away. The blade in its arm bounded harmlessly off the light shield. He didn't watch them fly towards him, instead pulling them both onto a petal platform as soon as he could take a split second with his left hand and shooting healing light at the female agent from before. The man collapsed at his feet, dangerously low on health. Luckily, the platform could do a large portion of the healing for him. He slammed a couple short bursts directly through the man's exposed back, just enough to make sure he wouldn't die from blood loss and split his attention again between the remaining two agents on the ground. 

        There were so many omnics, how were they going to stop them?! His mind had gone blank, working on rapid autopilot just to keep his teammates alive. Luckily, it wasn't long before the man he had pulled to the platform readied his weapon again and leapt off, right into a small crowd of enemies. He'd have to keep an eye out for him, but he seemed to be doing alright at the moment. 

        Orisa slammed their fist into the face of the last omnic next to them, making a motion of a sigh of relief, and suddenly Lifeweaver remembered. Maybe we can stop them--turn them off somehow, or figure out what's controlling them! "O-"

        He dropped. The petal platform disappeared out from underneath him, and Niran's heart leapt into his throat. He was usually so good at timing it so he could be prepared! Before he knew it, his feet hit the ground with a jolt that rocked his whole body, one ankle twisting painfully, and he crumpled. His hands scraped against the hard ground and he hissed, tasting blood from where he had bitten his own tongue. Cursing, he forced himself to look up. 

        Already, his team needed his help again. Orisa was charging to aid the attack agents, but they were both being swarmed, covered in blood and Niran could see one's broken arm from here. Without bothering to stand, he aimed the full might of his healing blossom at the group. At one point, he tossed another petal platform, throwing away omnics who got caught on the edges and temporarily removing his team from the battle. Only now, when the recovering omnics spotted him instead of their original prey, did he remember his position. Not being on one's feet was vulnerable, it was slow and was all an enemy needed in a split second to fuck you up. 

        Luckily, they were still a ways away, he could stand and run in plenty of time. Theoretically. As soon as Niran put weight on his right leg, his ankle sent another jolt of pain, and he stumbled, this time falling on his ass. Oh no. His eyes widened. No, no, he needed to get up! They weren't that far, he needed to run! 

        None of his teammates noticed the beings abandoning them and advancing on him. Why would they? They still had their own battle to fight and they weren't support, they weren't supposed to be on the lookout for their teammates like he was. But he was scared. No, no, he could deal with this on his own. He was always meant for great things, he was always so smart, so capable--even his parents knew despite not liking the way he did things--he could handle this on his own, he just needed to get up!

        Lifeweaver's breaths were coming fast. He tried again, turning over to scramble to his feet. This time he was prepared for the pain, limping in the other direction as fast as he could. The bullet wound from before was healed by now, thank goodness. But all too soon, another ripped through his side. this time deeper, between his bottom ribs, and Niran choked on a scream. The ratatattat of ammunition fanned out around him. It was sheer luck he hadn't been struck down already. He needed help, he- he could life grip someone to him...but at what cost? Would that doom them both? If he pulled someone away from where they were fighting, would the other two die without them? 

        Blood dampened his clothes and stained sticky on his skin. He already knew he wouldn't do it. It was his job to protect the others, he wouldn't put them in more danger just to save himself if it wasn't a near guarantee that they could make it. This time he did cry out as another bullet tore into his shoulder. 

Prove to us that you're worth our time and money Niran! 

You're brilliant, we know you are, you just have to do it right!

Casualties happen, it's regrettable, but it's part of war we can't avoid. 

        There were other healers. He was going to die eventually, he knew what he had signed up for. Surely they could go on without him. Surely they would call a retreat any minute. If this was the way it was meant to end...

        No one noticed his predicament. Even when he screamed, no one turned their heads or their weapons, no one called out to him. 

        No! He limped further back, though the pace was slow. He didn't want to die! He couldn't, there was still so much he had left to do! What could he do, what could he do?! He had used his tree not too long ago, it didn't have enough power yet. 

        The shadows of the omnics were only inches from he feet now. It didn't matter any more if their aim was atrocious, point blank was point blank. At almost the same moment, a dreadful, metallic screech cut through the air. Lifeweaver aimed his thorn gun at one omnic's face, quickly dismantling it. Behind it, he watched as the statue tipped. The second omnic didn't look away from its target, slowly marching closer and re-aiming it's gun at his chest. The statue was about to fall on Orisa. They hadn't noticed, they were going to be crushed. 

        Ignoring the pain shooting like lightning across his body, Niran leapt to the side, haphazardly shooting at the omnic, while his real focus was the tank. If his aim was off at all-

        The instant the glowing bubble enveloped Orisa, he relaxed. Its front half shattered under the weight of the statue, just barely moving them out of the way in time. Agony erupted in Niran's skin, bones and muscle as he was riddled with bullets and his world went black. 

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        Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...

-----(is he alive? maybe. that depends on if we want a sequel)--------

[divizin]

HI GUYS!!!

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im divizin and i’ve been reading fanfic + writing my own for like 7 years now but ive finally decided to go public and start taking requests!! i’ve always admired people with public writing blogs :3 these are the fandoms + characters i write for!!

[note: i may occasionally ocpost + i mainly (basically exclusively) write male characters + i am def searching for moots!!!]

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ATSV

•Miguel

•Hobie

•Peter B. Parker

COD

•Ghost

•Soap

•Price

AVATAR

•Jake

•Quaritch

DBH

•Connor

•Ralph

•Hank

FNAF

•William Afton

•Henry Emily

OW2

•Junkrat

•Roadhog

•Reaper

•Soldier 76

•Reinhardt

•Lifeweaver

•Genji

•Hanzo

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I WILL WRITE:

Smut, Angst, Whump, Fluff, Kink

I WILL NOT WRITE:

NSFW content featuring characters who are minors, Gore for the intent of arousal, Incest, Reqs falling under racial stereotypes, and most other basic DNI criteria. :]

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

[22degreehalo]

It's finished!!!!!!! \o/

Many thanks to @ficreadingchallenge for running this - it really did encourage me to seek out fics I wouldn't have otherwise, and it was overall a lot of fun! :)

New recs below, and then I'll post a Masterpost with all of them together!

Take Your Fandom to Work AU aching to find who they are by preciousthings (11.1k, Jon Favreau/Tommy Vietor)

I’m not normally one for RPF, but when I stumbled upon this I decided to give it a go since it fit the square, and I enjoyed it! :) It’s very sweet and low-conflict, but somehow never feels boring or overly idealised? I enjoyed the gradual reveal of the world’s mechanics and the characters’ backstory and the multimedia epistolary elements!

Enemies to Friends/Lovers The Web of Life Woven by Havoka (6.2k, Symmetra+Lifeweaver)

I’m frankly in love with this author’s writing of Symmetra, and I agree completely that Lifeweaver was exactly the change-up her character needed! This fic is so delicate and thoughtful: Satya and Niran are so fundamentally different people, but their personalities and points of view are expressed with such care and sympathy. Satya provides an outsider POV of Niran’s crisis of faith with Vishkar, and it works, keeping the fic from getting too bogged into details, and allowing for a peek into Satya’s own doubts, which are buried deep even when she’s the protagonist. I’ll definitely be reading more by this author!

Whump Kintsugi by brightly_lit (4.6k, Sam+Dean)

This hurt :’) (as it should have!!) I don’t want to say too much because the exact nature of the AU is itself a spoiler, but it’s certainly something that could have happened if canon went a little differently and boy is it upsetting :’)))

FREE Only as Young as the Minute is Full of it by angelheadedhipster (2.8k, Torrence/Missy)

I happened to rewatch Bring it On recently, so of course I had to look up the fic out of curiosity, and I stumbled upon this little gem! It’s short, but it fits so perfectly into the canon that it just feels like it belongs there. As far as I’m concerned, this is how the story really went :P

Reread an Old Fave Strangetown, Here We Come! by strange-tomato (very long, various Sims 2 pairings)

I was reminded of this old fic recently and knew instantly that it would be my choice for this square <3 To this day it’s still one of my favourite poly stories ever, with a perfect slow burn build (so slow it wasn’t even initially intended!) and plenty of other fascinating sometimes-queer side stories as well! Re-reading it now and it’s just as great as I remembered it being; time will only tell if I get so attached to these characters again that I end up being really tempted to reinstall TS2 like last time!

Secret Relationship [podfic] not to listen but to hear read by Podsayers, written by Misandrywitch (47:29, 9k, Holmes/Watson)

This is a sweet fic!! It covers a large swathe of time between these two men, including after Reichenbach, so the progression feels completely natural. Sherlock’s POV is always something different, and this one delivers on giving it a really distinctive feel!

[angelsandarsenic]

anyone have some good lifeweaver whump? I’ve looked everywhere and can’t find any

i just wanna see the pretty boy miserable and in emotional and/or physical pain, is that too much to ask?